I found myself a lonely town
Full of lonely men
Displaying all their bone crowns
And bragging of their sin
And deep beneath the forest walls
Where they thought they were safe
But by the trees they were deceived
And soon the trees will take their place
When I was young my mama told me that this day would come
She said
Never throw the first punch, but always throw the last
You got anger in you boiling blood and the time for peace is past
Lay down your arms and will settle this like man
No pistols or butchers' knife just fist to fist like God intends
Until the bitter end
Fist to fist like god intends
I found myself with a young bear cub
Whose claws were caked in blood
With fear in his heart and anger in his eyes
And regret at all he'd done
I raised him tough, I raised him mean
But revenge was all he could he could see
Till I sat him down and said
Son it's time to be a man
I said
Never throw the first punch, but always throw the last
You got anger in you boiling blood and the time for peace is past
Lay down your arms and will settle this like man
No pistols or butchers' knife just fist to fist like God intends
Until the bitter end
Fist to fist like god intends
I hung my head in utter defeat, begging on my knees
I said look at you my son what a beast you've become
Your papa would be proud of what you've become
He said
I don't need your, I don't need your grief or sympathy
I don't need your, I don't need your grief
I don't need your, I don't need your grief or sympathy
I don't need your, I don't need your grief
Never throw the first punch (finish what you started son)
But always throw the last (don't miss your chance)
Finish what you started son (never throw the first punch)
Don't let this moment pass (but always throw the last)